What we reach for may be different, but what makes us reach is the same.

I've learned that loving your self requires a courage unlike any other. It requires us to believe in and stay loyal to something no one else can see that keeps us in the world - our own self worth.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.

Mysteriously, as elusive as it is, this moment--where the eye is what it sees, where the heart is what it feels--this moment shows us that what is real is sacred

Anything or anyone that asks you to be other than yourself is not holy, but is trying only to fill its own need.

When we keep choosing between right and wrong. We spend our energy sorting life rather than living it.

Who's to say the effort to be real isn't the beginning of wings?